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 Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 8:14 pm
Looking back, it hadn't been all that hard getting in. Sure the hospital had a bit of security, but it hadn't been too difficult to slip past them after visiting hours. Nah, during the chaos of a code blue down a nearby hall, Scheelite had managed to slip his way by and head towards the room of Zac Bantock.
At least, at the very least, he had removed his glowsticks before coming here.
With the staff's attention focused in another direction, Schee quietly opened the door and slipped inside. Z's room was empty, no visitors remaining and no other patient rooming with him. Just Z, sleeping on his bed.
And quiet...so quiet. Schee did not like how silent his friend was. Sure, he was asleep, but it just didn't feel right. No, he was getting to visit and damnit he wanted his friend to speak to him and assure him he was okay. Not...that Z was going to be thrilled to see -him- here. Oh well.
Slinking over, Schee grabbed a chair and slid it (rather noisily) over beside Z's bed before plopping down into it. He'd wait there, his looming face the first thing the smaller boy would see whenever he woke up. How fortunate for him!
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 8:26 pm
"mmmm..." He shifted slightly in his sleep like he wanted to turn but winced instead. He'd decided last time he'd been awake, that even with the pain killers there was something -frustrating- about the aches that he still felt.
Every time he thought he'd gotten to the point where he could ignore them he'd shift just so and they'd be back to remind him that they were still there.
This was one of those times, comfortable sleep into an irritating vague wakefulness. He was confused for a moment, his dreams having revolved around being back at the Dorm's safe and sound, only ended by the ache accompanied by a strange mask that gave him chills.
He blinked sleepily and shook his head to try and clear it... hmm?
He blinked realizing that there was someone there.... looming...
DEAR lord looming.
His eyes widened as the face came into focus... JEUSUS it was 'Scheelite' aka Mr. Hyde.
"Guh!" he managed, a strangled half dopy noise of surprise.
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 8:38 pm
"Morning sleepyhead!"
He gave a low whistle, moving his head to glance over Z (and all the things hooked up to him), before focusing his attention back to the other's eyes.
"Someone jacked you up good man. The hell happened huh?"
He casually leaned back in the chair, stretching a bit. Everything seemed rather relaxed, like showing up out of nowhere to scare the bejesus out of someone who didn't like you that much was a normal thing. Though, with 'Mr. Hyde' it might have been.
"Though really man you gotta be more careful, you're making me look like a really crappy protector ya know?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 8:42 pm
"uh..." He stared watching the casual stretch really? Was he enjoying this?!
"... Aren't protectors supposed...to -prevent- s**t like this from happening?"
God his head ached, he was more than willing to blame it on finding 'scheelite' in his room though over the beating he'd taken.
"What...happened? Well...you called it... someone 'jacked me up' as you just put it. Or were you actually serious."
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 8:53 pm
"Ah but protectors can only protect if they know the one they're looking after is in trouble....I take my eyes off you for a few minutes and this happens? So seriously, -what happened-, and I want details. You think I snuck in here just for shits and giggles?"
He was examining a hand nonchalantly, picking at the nail on one of his fingers.
"And by details I mean...you know -details-. Who did this? I doubt it was just any regular old bully looking to shove you into a locker like the usual sort you run into. This reeks of something more and if I find out one of those uh...costumed terrorists beat you up there will be -hell to pay-."
Schee 'hrmphed' before leaning back in the chair a bit more.
"Hell. to. pay."
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 8:59 pm
He stared at the other for a long moment.
His manner was different again from last time. Not quite the pure violence of thier first meeting, but he could see the potential for it better even in his current haze.
he sighed resigned...
"I don't -remember" he admitted.. rolling his eyes slightly remembering answering these questions already to others.
"I don't remember, I didn't remember the first time someone asked... I can't... even remember anything clearly past going -out-... and then waking up here."
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 9:12 pm
If there was one thing Z was quickly learning about Scheelite, it was that this particular resident of Destiny City seemed to go through some pretty epic moodswings. The first day they had met he was unusually violent. That day at the restaurant he seemed to fluctuate between goofy and just being a downright douche. Today? Today he seemed calm and collected.
It couldn't possibly be a good sign.
"It's a shame you can't remember for me man, I mean afterall...I could probably do something about it ya know? These silly nurses and cops and whatever don't have a damn clue what's going on out there. But me? Well...I could have handled it. Oh well."
Not that he was dropping it here. Oh no, he'd find out eventually.
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 9:16 pm
"Great... if i remember you'll be the first person I tell..." he said with only half a tone of sarcasm, reaching up to rub at his aching head.
Wasn't it ironic that the pain killers seemed to have given him a constant headache?
"What if it's 'one of yours'... He asked glancing over almost dozy-curious at the 'crazy mother f--ker' as he had just begun to refer to him.
"What if it's... one of those... secret military of yours."
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 9:39 pm
"Then they're in for a serious beatdown, and a certain shiny something ripped right the hell out of their chest."
Not..that he'd really go that far. Charonite would have -his- starseed for that. But Z didn't need to know that and it sounded like a pretty good threat.
"You're mine man, if I found out who did this to you they're -dead-. No one touches what's mine, kay?"
He yawned, the very picture of 'relaxed'.
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 10:03 pm
"...yours..." he repeated the word carefully.
He felt suddenly, very afraid for Demy, whom he'd finally confessed affection for. This... Mister Hyde, wouldn't -touch- him... he wouldn't dare. Could he warn Demy without tipping off this... freak?
He swallowed hard.
"When did -you- lay claim..." He said an oddly unexpected dangerous tone creeping into his voice.
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 10:12 pm
"Mine.
Repeated back, quickly and without a hint of doubt as to what he said. Z was his, no ifs ands or buts.
"Oh just a couple months ago, you know...no big deal or anything..."
Couple months ago? Sounded sort of familiar...
"Don't tell me you're -upset-. You should be honored ya know. It's not like I go around claiming every little shorty mcshort I happen across..."
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 10:59 pm
His brow furrowed in confusion, that sounded as oddly familar, as Demy saying he'd sworn to protect him, but... surely he was crossing things in his mind. Because... hadn't things happened in quite...the reverse?
Demy had 'claimed' him with a padlock, and Scheelite had sworn to protect him.
Maybe the concussion he'd gotten had mixed things up more than he'd been willing to admit.
"Been following me or what?...and your not exactly -tall-"
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2010 11:16 pm
"I guess you could call it following. Whatever it is man, I'm there, and you're mine. And hey, sure I'm not tall...but I'm not short either. Not that being short has ever really bothered you... You're a pretty smart guy, right?"
Scheelite moved...but just enough to rest his head in one of his hands. He looked comfortable and calm. At least it was better than being on the rampage.
"Having someone following you that claims you as theirs and doesn't want anyone else touching you can't be -all- that bad. Kay, I effed up here and you got beat up by who knows what, but I think we're both stronger for the experience..."
Wait...both?
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 9:44 am
"Stalking then..." he said feeling more than a little uncomfortable. He knew too much, it wasn't a lot but it was still far too much.
How could he not have noticed someone hanging around like that. ... actually Short McShortie was ringing bells too, hadn't Dem called him that? Had he? He couldn't recall, no doubt because he was unsettled and admittedly dopy but it made it no less frustrating.
"...I'm stronger for being beat the tar out of? Or... your speaking in the royal 'we' for reasons I may be better not knowing?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 23, 2010 10:38 am
"What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger~"
The tone was sing-song and taunting. The smirk on his face merely added insult to injury.
"You should be honored to have a stalker! I bet deep down you really like the attention, right? That someone like me would go far out of their way just to follow little old you? Cmooon, it's fun! Not that you have any say in the matter, 'cause as I said before you're mine."
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